what am i supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

It was difficult to watch him come in and out of direct consciousness. At certain moments he slipped away, somewhere far beyond her grasp. She didn't chastise him or ask where his mind wandered - it would be better to focus on the present, right? Theory rooted herself to this moment. This was something she would want to remember. Theo noted his advice on alcohol, remembering the particular strange smell that sometimes wafted from fallen fruit. Fermentation. She cataloged his terms, knowing that they might be important later.

"What functions as a strong sedative?" Theo asked, peering at him curiously. Most of the pack had escaped unscathed, but some of them had suffered serious burns from the fire. She'd been one of the lucky ones. There had to be some wolves that were sedated due to the severity of their burns. Would she be able to rise to the occasion if another disaster hit? The thought made her stomach churn.